On the top floor of Jiaozilou, inside a luxurious suite.
The night was as dark as ink, and all was silent. In the inner room, Zi Yan had long since fallen into a deep sleep on the soft bed, her breathing even and steady, a contented smile still lingering at the corners of her lips as though she were having a sweet dream.
In the quiet room outside, Mo Lin sat cross-legged on a cushion, yet he had not entered meditation. His eyes were half-closed as intense longing for the Primordial Chaos Realm, the Hall of Eternity, and those unforgettable faces surged uncontrollably through his mind—Cai Lin's cool restraint, Yun Yun's gentleness and resilience, Ya Fei's allure and devotion, Xiao Yi Xian's ethereal kindness, Qing Lin's sweet innocence and dependence, Nalan Yanran's heroism and persistence, Han Yue's cold elegance and wisdom, Cao Ying's passion and intelligence, Dan Chen's purity and focus, Xiao Xun'er's nobility and mystery, the Snow Empress's ethereal strength, the Ice Empress's pride and simplicity... and his daughter Xi'er's tender little cries, capable of melting any frozen heart...
"Daddy... Daddy..."
That voice was like the finest feather, lightly brushing against the softest place in his heart.
An uncontrollable yearning surged like a burst dam, nearly swallowing him whole.
He desperately needed to see them again, even if only for a fleeting glance, even if only as illusory projections.
"Buzz..."
At the very instant his longing reached its peak, nearly taking tangible form, the Immortal Eye deep within his brow—sealed beneath countless layers yet containing the supreme Spacetime Origin—seemed to be stirred by the resonance of his powerful emotions and suddenly began to tremble faintly!
Threads of unfathomable, silver-gray Spacetime Origin power flowed and gathered silently from the deepest part of his pupil, like a sleeping river of stars